Clowns
I'll get back to donkeys, kitties, and bass later.
Today I'm talking clowns. There are lots of them.
They make me laugh so much!
Do you remember Emit Kelly? Bozo? Soupy? There are so many! Clarabell?
Gosh, I could go on and on.
Clowns keep showing up all the time.
I like the act when they keep coming out of the car, or the ones that have a little dog that tries to cheer up his master. How about the pail of water chase?
Some of the best are silent.
The really funny (or pathetic) ones, also laugh worthy, get me going to the floor when they open their mouths (or keyboards).
Can we have a press conference please?
In a strange way, some clowns try to be funny with intent. The ones that aren't really trying, the ones that make serious gaffs, are the ones that really make me roar. If only they'd keep their mouths shut. Then they'd realize the absurdity they present might not be funny at all...at least not worth dying for.
All in good humor, nuck, nuck. Huff ha huh.
Clowns have been around for quite a while.
Some clowns don't even realize that they're clowns, so it seems.
Can you say Chaplin? Costello? Gracie? Curly? Laurel?
Ha Ha! I bet you were just thinking I was going to name somebody else!
Now there's a joke right there. I didn't.
It's part of a good delivery. Like launching a "smart bomb" out of nowhere that hits its mark. Unexpected. Hits you in the gut, and pretty soon you're rolling on the floor, peeing in your pants.
It's like some things I've heard lately..."civilized war", "army intelligence", gaffaw, gaffaw!
Clowns are all around. I sure love them all.
The ones that try to be funny, and those that don't.
Laughter seems the correct response.
So in the famous words of the psychiatrist on MASH, "Ladies and gents, take my advice. Drop your pants, and slide on the ice."
LMFAO!!!
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